Reflection/Epitaph

It’s been enough
to have been here.

Built my home
on this lot you offered.

Moved here from
a busted shack.

This made me work.
This made me wider.

Gave me more rooms
and all outdoors.

The home is not
a spacious place.

Neither great in width
nor wild in depth.

Either one’s
too grand for me.

It’s been enough
to live this place

and call it home
as I am called

so many things,
though none that simple.

As far as I can know
I’ve been completed. 

It’s been enough
to have gotten this far.